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Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

@EnterTheHero@Akayaofthemoon if yall need help lemme know. Also I think I might draw up a sheet just in case.

It kind of reminds me of of Infamous which is a game I love. It would be cool to see an electro spidey

@Akayaofthemoon

That is true and it is a fantastic game.

Question though....villain, hero, or anti-hero?

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

Havent looked at anyone's characters but I have a farfetched idea about an electric flying spiderman. Kinda uses the idea that spiders fly using the electromagnetic field of the earth.

The Heroes Go Forth!

Warren had left his village with nothing more than the clothes on his back with the curses of his people weighing on him. He was the chief's son but once he started having the visions and had talked about leaving their hidden village others drew away from him. Finally he told his father he was going leaving without another word. He would keep their secret and decided that he wouldnt come back unless he had an extremely good reason.

He had reached the city where he was supposed to find the being his visions were leading him to. Apperently a festival was active within the city and creeping into the surrounding area as well. Sitting in a tree where he could view the city wall and the gatehouse he saw that the guards were being just a jovial as the citizens. Masks adorned some of their faces as well as decorative clothes. Some even dressed as spirits of the wood. He saw his way in without causing a scene. Though he saw some of his less beastial kin he wasn't about to stride in without something to cover his more animal like features.

Cupping his hand next to the tree and whispering lightly it set him down on the forest floor. Then he spoke to a tree who was at the last of his years. It yearned to be something more than to just die so Warren offered it a bargain. "I will take your bark, trunk and what leaves you have left as a disguise. In exchange I will take your soul and place it in an acorn and you shall accompany me. You shall see all that I see and will one day become a spirit of the wood taking your bark, trunk, and leaves back so you can disguise yourself as a tree whenever you wish." The tree smiled widely within its soul and agreed to the bargain. With that Warren took an acron who had not received a soul. It wasn't rare that it happened but uncommon. Warren chanted the ancient language that he learned from the medice woman and the tree's soul flowed into the acorn. With that Warren took the bark and leaves fashioning them into a cloak that flowed so long it trailed a bit being him covering his legs very well. The truck he shaped with magic into a mask that covered his snout, forming it so that it would open and close with his mouth. They wouldn't be able to see anything but his tongue only if he stuck it out. His arms were covered by the sleeves and hands covered with wooden coverings so as not to expose his claws. Satisfied he began his trek to the gates as a seven foot tall wood spirit with dragging cloak.

He reached the gates people gasped and a guard froze. "Hello ." Warren said waving his wooden hand. "Just here to enjoy the festival. You like my costume? It took two years to make and it's hard to put on but worth every second from the look on your faces now." The ploy seemed to work as people smiled before moving along. The guard congratulated him on his success and said that if he didn't know any better he might have thought that he was an actual wood spirit. Warren had laugh an proceeded inside.

Exploring he found the city decently easy to navigate even with his bulky costume. Taking a back alley he stayed there to get out of the crowd then noticed an abandoned building partially damaged. He moved and jumped to the top with only a small section falling to the ground. Then he heard it...

Another vision struck him like he had been hit by a a flying boulder. It almost knocked him off the ledge he was on. The words and places flashed in his mind then echoed as he steadied himself. Breathing heavily he sat back looking out. There was a statue of what looked like a hero and people in robes stood close by it. Warren just sat there content with no one around him. Removing his mask he sat and watched the revelry around him. Something was going to happen here. His vision said it would.

The Heroes Go Forth!

@DontCallMeZelda -shrapens claws- Ready for adventure

New players needed in on-going space western!

@Shiva very true. On another note if you need someone for a plot twist, villain, antihero type lemme know cause I'm feeling a vibe there. PM me anytime cause you seem like good people

New players needed in on-going space western!

@Shiva aye I hate that. I started 4 RPs this year and they ended cause people did just the same

New players needed in on-going space western!

@Shiva aye I hope so too. Honestly I need to write just not sure it was the right setting but it does look appealing just might not have been my moods cup of tea maybe.

New players needed in on-going space western!

I've tried but it seems I've got a bit of a block on my pilot character so I'll drop in favor to give the slot to someone more deserving

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

Very much appreciated. I'd be happy to fill in for any villains or antiheroes you need played. Or if you need someone to come up with a villain. @EnterTheHero

The Heroes Go Forth!

warren Hargrove

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Name:Warren Hargrove
Gender: Male
Race:Wolfir- A race of werewolves that have had their wolf and human aspects fused.
Appearance:

My Hider

Birthplace: Small village of other Wolfir in a forest near mountains.
Status or Nobility?: Son of the pack leader so kinda like nobility to humans.

Knack for magic or fighting prowess: Has an affinity for nature magic. Can communicate to nature and wildlife. Skilled hunter but never for sport. Skilled in hand to hand as well as the staff.
Personality: Warren is driven by wanting to make the world understand that his race is not wild or evil. Warren also has a sense of adventure that none of the others in his village has but with a healthy dose of knowing the need to stay hidden most of the time. A kind face and warm heart usually set him at ease.
Brief Background: Warren grew up normal for Wolfir if not a little on the spoiled side due to being the son or their pack leader. As he grew though he had question of why they were never allowed to leave the woods. Why humans were afraid of them when Wolfir acted just like them. When it was discover that he knew the ancient magics of nature Warren was trained by the medicine man of their pack usually through stories about his magic. Though Warren knows a few things he doesnt know the true depths of his power. When he was of age finally his father gave him a choice. Leave or stay but if he left he couldn't come back for a very long time. With a heavy heart it was that Warren set out the next day. Years later he discovered that humans could be very judging just by viewing another. Many thought he would eat them or kill them when all he wanted was to get to know humans. Warren was disappointed by most of the world but knew he couldn't return to his village. Over the next few years he became of woodman talking to the trees and telling them what they would become if only he could chop them down. The merchant trader that bought the wood was his only friend that he had made and together they were the best in market with the furniture and knick knacks they made out of the wood. Finally Warren started having visions that he was needed to see that festival of lights. Bidding his friend farewell he set off on his next journey